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Part 2— Chapter 1

She was pretty; he hadn't seen enough of her to tell if she was beautiful or not. Long-limbed, maybe five foot three in height. Straight black hair cut across the back so it just touched her shoulders. In front it was cut straight across so most of her forehead showed. Nice eyebrows, nice eyes.

She had a black t-shirt on that wasn't tight so he couldn't tell the shape of her breasts; just that she very definitely had them. "Misfits," was emblazoned on the shirt in dripping letters. Cute. She had black boots, loggers, not combat boots. He knew shoes, that's what they were. Loggers.

She was pretty but it was her lips that drew his attention. She had great lips, the kind of lips that made him immediately think, blowjob. He could easily imagine a small pearl of cum on her lower lip.

She was smiling at him. He raised his beer and saluted her.

Her skirt was short, blue denim. She was holding the hem up, just an inch or two. Her legs were apart, she wasn't wearing panties and she was shaved.

She'd been giving everyone a show from her stool at the bar. As far as he could tell, he was the only one to notice. She smiled again, winked and lifted her skirt a little higher.

He'd be a fool not to say hi. He rose to his feet, told his buddy, Benjamin, he'd be back. This was their first time in this bar; they usually hung out at Larry's on Ninth. Coming here was Benjamin's idea. It was a very good idea.

"Hi," he said. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Screwdriver," she said patting the empty stool next to her.

He sat, attracted the bartender's attention and ordered her drink. "My name is Wally."

"Sissy," she said. She took a sip of her new drink. "Thanks, Wally. I haven't seen you here before, have I?"

He finished his beer, ordered another. "This is my first time." She had a beautiful profile. Her hair moved nicely when she turned to him and gave him another wink. Beautiful brown eyes.

"I'm a regular here." She put her forearm on the bar, leaned close. "Can I tell you something?"

"Sure." She was easy to talk to. Not stuck up or anything.

She motioned with her finger. "Come here."

He leaned toward her.

She put her hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "I give great blowjobs. Want one?"

He thought for a moment. It wasn't so loud in the bar so he couldn't hear her clearly. He gave a nod. She squeezed his shoulder and returned to her drink, glancing at him sideways, a delicate smile on her lips. He took a drink of his beer. He did want one. Her hand on his shoulder, the way her fingers pressed then relaxed. He turned to her.

She raised her glass to him. "Cheers," she said then drank the whole thing. She licked her lips, set the glass on the bar. "Coming?" She giggled sweetly as she slipped off the stool letting her skirt rise above her crotch.

He gave a slow nod, took another drink of beer, left his half-empty bottle on the bar and stood next to her.

She took his hand, led him to the door. "Come on. Out here."

He let her lead him to the parking lot. There was one light above the door, otherwise it was pretty dark; one reason he never thought about coming here.

She stopped and turned to him. "Which is yours?"

"The red Ford truck over there." He nodded toward his one true love.

She took his arm with both her hands, pulling herself into it. He could feel her breasts, soft, not small at all.

"They won't let me do it in the bar anymore." She walked with him toward the truck.

"Do it in the bar?"

"Sure. Is your regular bar any good? Maybe I should go there."

He listened to their footsteps on the worn blacktop. Every now and again a pebble would scrunch under his shoe or her boot. "Larry's is okay, I guess." He tried to imagine her there, couldn't.

"This it?" she asked. When she saw his nod, she said, "Nice truck."

"She's my baby."

"Here okay?" she said as she released his arm and stepped aside.

"Here?" He looked at her then at the vehicles next to them.

"Sure," she said. She pulled her shirt off. "In the parking lot." She gave him a grin. "Every man's dream." She dropped the shirt on the pavement and knelt. She held out her arms. "Come to Sissy."

He stepped to her, glanced over his shoulder as she unzipped his pants.

"A big one," she said, groping in his jeans. "Goody." She unfastened his belt and pants.

They were in front of his truck, parked nose first so they were in front of the bed with its cargo net instead of a tailgate.

She was doing it. He couldn't believe she was really doing it. She was going at it like she was famished. He held his pants up; she had him hard and was popping the knob in and out of her mouth while she stroked the shaft. She felt great. He looked over his shoulder then back at her. She rubbed his cock on her face, then popped it back in her mouth. She watched him all the time she did this.

She was incredible. She was really doing this. In a parking lot, in front of his truck, in front of a bar Benjamin said they should try out. No one was going to believe him.

He felt his cock enter her throat, her lips and nose pressed against his crotch. She held him like that forever then backed away slowly, swirling her tongue around him.

"I want you to come on my face," she said. She resumed popping the knob in and out of her mouth while she jacked him off with her hand. Her eyes never left his.

He heard a car, was bathed in light as it turned into the parking lot, then was back in night. He glanced over his shoulder.

"Come on, baby. Cum on my face," she said, jerking him off. "Cum on Sissy, baby." She rubbed the wet cock on her face. "Ummmm. You feel so good."

She popped the knob back into her mouth. In and out. Her hand was faster on his shaft. She jammed her mouth onto her moving hand.

He came, felt her tongue, then felt her pull him out and aim his shooting cock onto her cheek, nose and chin. "Oh, baby," she said. She popped his cock back into her mouth and sucked and swallowed noisily.

He heard footsteps behind him and a voice. "Hey, slut."

She pulled his cock out of her mouth. "Okay to use the bed of your truck? I need some cock in my pussy."

He nodded as he fastened his pants.

She stood, placed her palm on his chest. He could see and smell his cum on her face and on her lower lip. "Wally, that was great. Could you get me a beer?" She looked to her side. "In a moment, boys." She unfastened her skirt, let it drop. "That guy who was sitting next to you, the kind of fat guy, he your friend?"

"Benjamin. Sure."

"Send him out. Tell him you have a surprise for him." She turned to the two men beside her. "Okay, okay. Wally says we can use his truck." She gave him a big smile. "Thanks, Wally."

He walked away hearing them climb into the truck bed. When he was at the door to the bar he heard her call. He turned; the overhead light made it hard to see. He shielded his eyes.

She was bent over the side of his truck, knees on the bed, breasts hanging, swaying in the air, as she was fucked from behind. "Hold it a minute," she said. "Stop." She waved at him. "Hey, Wally. Need a girlfriend? I can cook, too." She laughed, waved at him, then grunted as the guy fucking her resumed. The other guy stood on the bed and spat onto the pavement as his mate did her fast.

He dropped his hand. He could no longer see them, only hear them. He went inside.

She put her pen down and stretched her fingers.

Dear little Sissy Slut, what has she gotten herself into? She smiled to herself. It was strange, but writing about it put her demons at rest for a minute or two.

She put the pad aside and stood. She was wet and ready. She touched her bare pussy, slipped a finger into her sopping slit then removed her finger and sniffed it. Ready to fuck, she thought as she walked to her bathroom.

The house wasn't large, a few rooms, one floor, not the best end of town. Nice neighbors though, the elderly couple next door, the single mom on the other side. When she took walks people waved.

She hadn't given up much, she realized. She still saw Ashley. Over William's dead body, but Ashley came by after school. She had a home which needed a lot done to it but it was hers. She was eating better, macrobiotic. She felt better. Still horny as a mink all the time. More than horny, but she dealt with it.

She returned to her mattress on the living room floor, just like the good old days, took off her t-shirt and lay down. She'd jerk off a bit then key in what she'd written.

Her schedule had her write four hours a day. It was hard at first, now the time went by too quickly. She typed, revised, corrected, fiddled with her stories on the word processor. Then she printed them out with the dot matrix; she didn't have enough money for a laser printer.

Thank God for Ashley. She gave her the computer, got William to buy her a new one.

She lay on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. After the parking lot gangbang what was Sissy Slut going to do next? She rubbed her clit and let her mind drift. She saw herself tied, on her knees, restrained in the back of a truck, not a big one, one of the little ones, S10, like that. So people could see her. She rubbed quickly. Naked. A blindfold on. Ropes going from her to cleats, was it cleats? on the side of the truck. Cum dripping off her breasts and face. Her ass sore from the pounding earlier. Driven to where? She worked two fingers in and out of her pussy, three fingers, as her other hand stroked her clit.

The race track. She smiled as her body shook, clamped her lip between her teeth and swayed. Zoom zoom. Sissy goes to the stock car races.

She wondered what it felt like to be fucked with a wrench. She'd have to find out first. She only wrote about things she'd done.

She stopped for a moment, then sat up to write, "Wrench," on a pad on the floor by the mattress. She lay back down and relaxed as the man in the mask stood over her smiling. She'd been a very good girl and had made him happy.

She turned off the new VCR. She turned off the vibrators in her ass and cunt and touched her clit. One more time, she thought, then stopped. She was satiated, didn't really need it again for once. She let out a breath. No, she was okay.

She relaxed on her mattress. She liked this kind of incense, she'd get more. When she got up she'd light some candles. They made everything mellower.

She needed to take these videotapes back tomorrow. Thank God she'd thought of using a cab. She liked Joe, she always asked for him. He did well the first time out. He didn't seem to mind or care what she did in the back seat. He waited patiently when she phased out, only once the first time. He said, "Yes, ma'am," when she asked him to come in the store and get her if she wasn't out in ten minutes. Didn't bat an eye.

Their first stop was always at that sex shop. She was getting used to being in there; it didn't overwhelm her so much anymore. Joe had never had to get her. If it ever came to that it would be too late. She would ask Joe to join in. "Yes, ma'am," he'd say.

She liked to watch him drive, just one hand on the steering wheel, on the top, relaxed, thumb in the air. He was fifty or so, didn't smoke, didn't talk, didn't bat an eyelash to what she did in the back seat.

She had a van, but a cab was easier, better. If she got in her van no telling where she'd end up. She was crazy. Her schedule helped keep things on an even keel. Barely.

She remembered seeing the young man today from the cab. In his twenties, younger than her, walking barechested in the early October sun. It was warm still. He had a fantastic chest, stomach like a washboard, a cock that was thick and at least ten inches. He wanted her to stop so she could touch it. Muscles in his legs, great bands of muscles. She could tell he knew how to use a woman by the way he walked, fluid, strong, and efficient.

Ten inches long, thick like a horse cock. She wanted to show him she could swallow the whole thing. She wanted to tell him he could fuck her face if he took just a minute to bury that sweet thing in her cunt. He could fuck her then pull out, grab her head and sink his cock into her stomach and fill her with his cum. She stopped her fingers and their incessant rubbing.

Think about Ashley instead. Ashley. Sweet innocent Ashley had been shaken and crying when Ashley appeared at the motel the next morning after she left William. Over William's dead body. Ashley skipped school and they talked. Not about her or her craziness but about Ashley and life and how sometimes things change. Change for the better. She tried to make that clear for Ashley. Change for the better.

Ashley helped her find this house, the van, helped her find a mattress, a TV and some kitchen things. The computer and computer desk. Ashley, Dave and she had dinner out one evening.

The way Dave stared at her in the restaurant bothered her. When he first saw her it was as if he couldn't believe it. Then he kept staring. Maybe he saw. Maybe some men could see it, like a mark on her; her obsessive desire to be fucked.

She was fucked up, tearing away at her clit all night long afterwards, imagining it was Dave, Ashley's Dave, pounding her cunt, cursing her, shooting cum all over her, bringing his friends by and sharing her. Imagining the look on his face, how his lips would tighten when she told him what kind of slut she was. What he could do to her. Anything.

If he winked at her while he cut her fingers off one by one she'd orgasm.

She took a breath. Dave never came by with Ashley, which was for the best. She could imagine following him to the bathroom, begging a quickie, telling him Ashley wouldn't notice.

She took a deep breath. It was time to type her story.

Ashley came by that afternoon, upset, threw a videotape onto the mattress, began to cry and said, "My life is ruined."

She sat stone still. The vibrator was running away in her; she did have clothes on, a loose summer dress. "Sit, dear. I'll get you something to drink."

Ashley sighed heavily and stared at her feet.

She rose slowly from her seat on at the computer desk. She wanted to touch her daughter's head, to calm her, but was afraid if she came too close Ashley would be able to hear the little bunny chugging away at her clit.

In the kitchen she filled a kettle, lifted her dress, slipped the vibrator, now off, out of her and put it into a drawer with the cutlery. Her whole body was humming; it was as if she were charged with static electricity. She took down two cups and dropped bags of Sleepytime tea in them. She could hear Ashley cry, gulping sobs as if her life really were ruined. Poor innocent.

The kettle finally whistled and she poured the boiling water into the cups. She carried the cups to the mattress, set one beside Ashley, picked up the videotape and laid it onto the VCR. She saw the screen saver on the computer monitor, glanced quickly around the room. No, she didn't leave anything out where Ashley could see it.

She sat beside Ashley, put her hand on Ashley's back. "I'm sorry, dear. Is everything all right with Dave."

Ashley flinched. "Fuck Dave. I hate him. I never want to see him again." She turned. "Oh God. What have I let him do to me?"

She set her cup by her feet and took Ashley into her arms. "There. There. Everything will be all right. Trust me."

Ashley shook her head. "Mom, you don't know what happened. Everything is not okay. My life is ruined." She looked up, her eyes huge. "Oh God, everybody will know."

"Then you can tell me, can't you?"

"Father will kill me."

"You have two homes, sweet. What happened?"

Ashley held her feet and rocked, not facing her.

"The tape?"

Ashley gave a slow nod.

She stood.

"Don't look at it! Mom, you can't look at it. Ever. Promise me."

She picked up the videotape. "Why not?"

"Because."

She smiled at her daughter. "Let's just watch a minute."

"No, Mom." Ashley stood, pale and shaking.

She slipped the tape into the VCR and went back to the mattress. "The remote is in the sheets somewhere." She sat down by her cup. "Do you want to tell me about it first?"

Ashley sat, hand on the mattress, knocking over her cup of tea. She jumped up. "Oh shit."

"Don't worry about it. What happened? Here, drink mine." She used a corner of the sheet to mop up the tea. "There."

Ashley stared at her. "You can't just do that."

"Sit down and tell me." She smiled at her daughter. She tried not to think of how the wet sheet would feel sawing back and forth against her crotch.

"Mom." Ashley drew the word out as she sat.

She turned on the TV, turned to channel three, then turned to Ashley. "Drink your tea." She smiled at the expression on Ashley's face.

Ashley held a sip, held the remote with one hand, the cup in her other, both hands on her drawn up knees. "Dave set me up." Ashley turned to her. "He wanted to make love in the locker room. He said no one would be there. They were at practice. In the shower. Oh, Mom." Her eyes pleaded.

"You loved Dave."

Ashley gave a quick nod, wiped her wet cheek with the hand holding the remote. "He showed me this today." She waved the remote at the TV. "I'm supposed to . . . If I don't . . . If I don't, everyone will see this." She pointed the remote at the VCR and clicked a button.

She rested her hand on Ashley's back and watched. Ashley turned it off almost immediately and turned to her with staring eyes.

She took a deep breath, kept her hand on her daughter's back. She had seen a number of indistinct shapes, naked males; it was noisy. It looked like it was shot in the shower room; perhaps the tiles magnified the sound of her daughter's orgasmic scream. Ashley was on her hands and knees; an older man was fucking her from behind. Several boys held their cocks to Ashley's face.

She wanted to send Ashley home so she could watch the movie. She wanted to go into the kitchen, bring back her favorite bunny and watch the movie. If Ashley wanted to stay that was all right. Ashley could watch if she wanted as her mom ravaged her cunt. She had other vibrators and dildos. Her daughter could join in.

Her daughter could join in.

"Who was the older man?"

"That's the football coach."

She wanted to ask what it was like but didn't. She knew that scream herself. "So he was in on it, too?"

"They want me to be team slut."

She slowly nodded. "Look at me. Ashley, look at me." She smiled to reassure her. "I love you so much." She waited a moment. "Your father, William, was the best lover I ever had. The best. It was extraordinary. I can't describe how extraordinary. When I was young, I made some skinflicks, pornographic movies; I was in them. Later, a lover made me into a whore for . . . it doesn't matter. I told your father that six months ago and he has hated me ever since. Do you hate me?"

Ashley stared at her then slowly shook her head.

"I don't hate you either. Nothing has changed; my feelings about you haven't changed. I love you, Ashley."

Ashley mouthed, Mom. She wiped her face with the back of her hand.

"If you don't, they'll distribute the tape?"

Ashley nodded slowly. "I hate him."

"They'll distribute it anyway. Wait." She raised her hand. "Do you want to be their slut?"

Ashley shook her head.

"Even though it was fun?"

Ashley shook her head, gave a small smile.

"Then don't." She thought, pushed those thoughts aside. She could see the man in the mask waiting by the door. It was time to go for a walk. It was time to go to the racetrack. It was time to . . . She stopped them, her demons. "That coach at least, and some of the older boys, should know you are fifteen. They can be accused of rape. You are just fifteen. That tape is incriminating." She rubbed her daughter's back. "Call Dave. Have him come here. I'll talk to him." She smiled at Ashley. "I can be persuasive."

"Do I have to?"

She smiled at her sweet innocent daughter. "Call him, have him come over this evening. I'll talk to him. You shouldn't be here. Leave the tape, you don't want your father to see it."

Ashley shook her head. "No. He'd kill me."

"He'd kill me, dear." She gave a final pat, put her hand in her lap. "Finish your tea and call him." She faced the TV. "I have a plan."

She imagined herself in the shower room, on her hands and knees, servicing the team, the coach and all their friends, night after night filled with young cock. Eager young cock. And old cock. Experienced cock. Eager cock for the thrill. They'd be quick, fill and cover her with their hot quick cum and leave her for the coach, his friends, and their fathers, to coax her to annihilation. Who would fuck her into the next century. They would have her cumming for hours non-stop. Wave after wave of cumming, sweet annihilation.

That was her desire, not her plan. She'd have to come up with something. If it meant selling herself for her daughter's sanity, so be it. But that was too easy.

She smiled. "I'll need some time for myself and I'm afraid I must watch the whole video." She turned to her daughter. "With your permission."

"Are you sure?" Ashley cradled the cup with both hands.

"I'm sure. Call me at eleven. I'll let you know how our discussion goes. You'll see. Everything will be all right." The hooded man curled his finger at her, beckoned. The basement and his associates waited. She shook her head. "I have some things to do to get ready. Will you be all right?"

Ashley rose to her feet. "Thanks, Mom."

She stood and hugged her daughter. "I love you so much. How's William?"

Ashley curled her lip. "I think he has a girlfriend."

Not Janice, Janice and she had talked. "Good. I was worried. He's not someone to live alone."

"You don't care?"

She shook her head and grinned at her daughter's face.

"Mom, I love you." Ashley hugged her.

"You're okay?"

"I'm okay. Thanks. Thanks for not freaking out."

"Thanks for not freaking out." She kissed Ashley on the cheek. "You can call Dave from here." She stepped back. "I need to visit the restroom."

She stopped briefly in the kitchen for her bunny and then settled herself on the edge of the tub. She turned her little friend on.

The whip blow almost knocked her over. Again. She writhed in the restraints. He'd never used her so hard before. He must have a special task for her.

There was a knock at the door. "Bye, Mom. He'll be here at seven. I'll call."

She tugged the pair of William's shorts from her mouth. "Bye, dear." Stuffed them back in.

Faster now, one after another on her ass. Wait, two were whipping her. Another's blows were landing on her back. She was on fire and twisting from the ropes tied to her wrists. On fire.

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